Burglary

(альбом: Spring - 2010)

I never meant to be your mark
I never meant to be naive
But I'm here upon this stage
And you face is all I see
As my rib bones cry out burglary
So you stole my heart beat
And that's fine by me

Tell me where you go
In your getaway car with the heart you stole
Are you feeling on rock and roll
The outlaw man bound for Mexico
Keeping it slow on the down low
Slow...

Case the joint with rubber gloves
Chase the bait with a hook and a line then sinker
You can lead a man to love (to love) but you can't make him drink
If you'll try a sip of mine
I think you'll find it goes down just fine

Tell me where you go
In your getaway car with the heart you stole
Are you feeling on rock and roll
The outlaw man bound for Mexico
Keeping it slow on the down low
Slow...
Slow, slow, slow, low...
Keeping it slow, ooh...
Yeah...